Yixin urged his horse forward, but no one dared to walk with him. Only the emperor could walk through the main entrance of Wufeng Downstairs, the queen could walk during her wedding, and the top three in each imperial examination could only walk once!
No one else is allowed to go here. This lonely road only belongs to the emperor and his family!
Yi Xin rode forward alone, and the crowd behind him automatically divided into two streams and entered the left and right doorways.
The dark, cold, and lonely city gate hole is so deep, entering it is like a time and space tunnel, and scenes from the Daoguang years are unfolding before your eyes.
At that time, there were no foreign devils fighting the Opium War, no Changmao rebellion, and the Qing Dynasty was still so 'powerful'!
In a daze, Yi Xin seemed to see several of his brothers wrestling games, writing and poetry in front of his father... But in these wasted decades, how did the Qing Dynasty become like this?
Emperor Ama, you chose the wrong person, you chose the wrong person. If you had chosen me to inherit the great treasure, the Qing Dynasty would never have fallen into such a miserable situation!
Fourth brother, you are wronging the country, you are wronging the country!
"Hahaha... Emperor Ama! My son is back again... Come back and see what kind of empire you have left behind... Enter the palace, enter the palace!"
After passing through the city gate and walking onto the Jinshui Bridge, in the distance was the chaotic Forbidden City. Countless eunuchs, guards, and palace maids were stealing and robbing people, and even no one was spared.
The locks of the warehouse halls were broken open one after another. Every display inside was a priceless treasure. The mice in these palaces knew how precious these treasures were.
Yi Xin didn't have time to pay attention to these little mice. He just waved his hands contemptuously. Countless soldiers on both sides dispersed like a tide. When they saw those who were causing trouble, they shot and killed them on the spot without shouting.
Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...
The gunfire was as dense as rain, and the eunuchs who fled in a hurry were like rats that had been poured into their nests with boiling water.
The soldier chased after him, raised his rifle and pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out, and the eunuch guard was shot and fell to the ground. The precious porcelain was smashed, and the box full of Dongzhu rolled everywhere.
No one cared about these treasures anymore. The soldiers continued to chase the rebels. They saw a guard in front carrying the palace maiden and got into the wall behind Wuying Palace. The soldiers caught up and shot her in the back of the head.
The palace maid was sprayed with red and white all over her body, and she was so frightened that she screamed hysterically. The soldier coldly stabbed her with a bayonet. One stab was fatal.
Yixin's soldiers were like a drop of oil on the calm water of a cauldron, spreading rapidly, while the eunuchs and palace maids and guards fled along the spreading surface.
But no matter how fast human legs are, bullets can't reach them faster. Just like hunting rabbits, these rebels were killed one by one!
If we talk about the civil uprising caused by Yi Xin, the thugs were all victims of the disaster with no discipline at all, but these personal legions were private soldiers who had been raised for a lifetime, with high combat effectiveness and strict discipline.
The perpetrators of these robberies were merciless, and there was a one-sided massacre without shouting. The treasures were scattered all over the place and no one was hiding them.
Finally, the eunuchs and palace maids regained their consciousness after seeing the powerful force. These people simply stopped running away and knelt down with a thud, bowing to Yi Xin.
"Long live my emperor, long live your Majesty... Long live your Majesty... Long live your Majesty..."
Sigh... This kowtow saved their lives. Anyone who kowtowed to pay respects to Emperor Guangxu or took out his treasures on his own initiative had a way to survive.
More and more, more and more, by the time Yi Xin walked through the Gate of Supreme Harmony and arrived at the square in front of the Palace of Supreme Harmony, there were already hundreds of eunuchs, maids, and guards kneeling on the stone slabs, not even daring to hit their heads on the ground. lift it up.
Yi Xin rode his horse and reached the third floor of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. He got off his horse and walked up the middle step step by step. He walked very slowly, as if he was enjoying the process.
Upon seeing this, the surrendered eunuch hurried forward and opened the door of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in advance. The creaking door shaft turned, and the throne of the Nine-Fifth Lord was revealed in front of him.
When he reached the entrance of the hall, Yixin stopped as if he didn't dare to step forward. At this time, the cunning Prince Li was the first to wake up and quickly ran to Yixin and knelt down next to him.
"I wait...congratulations to Your Majesty for your enthronement..."
ah! People just woke up. How could they forget this incident? Since ancient times, even those who rebel and ascend to the throne have to stage a drama of giving in!
There must be someone who respectfully invites you, and then the emperor declines and goes back and forth three times before ascending the throne. This is the only way to be dignified and to have face!
Nowadays, during the war, many people are not prepared. There are no literati to write letters of greeting, so oral ceremonies have to be done.
Hula la, a group of people all knelt down outside the main hall and shouted loudly, "I respectfully invite your majesty to ascend the throne...save the people from the fire and water!"
Yi Xin still didn't move, and even after these people shouted three times, he still hadn't crossed the threshold, "Wait a minute... I think I have to wait a little longer..."
Who are you waiting for? Naturally, he was an old acquaintance of his. While he was talking, a group of officials in court uniforms suddenly walked out from the left gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
These people came from the Wenhua Palace, and the leader was Zaichun's imperial master, Weng Tonghe!
I saw him holding a memorial in both hands, followed by his disciples, a group of scholars from the Hanlin Academy, more than ten people came in force under the protection of many soldiers.
Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, Yi Xin smiled and looked at Weng Tonghe without saying a word!
I saw the old man kneeling on the ground with a serious face and an awe-inspiring expression, "Your Majesty... Cabinet Bachelor, Wenhua Palace Bachelor, Minister of Rites, Minister of Taipu Temple... Weng Tonghe, I have a memorial!"
"Haha... The old man is here? Just read it if you have it..."
"Come on... I, Tonghe, respectfully invite Prince Gong Yi Xin... to ascend the great treasure as soon as possible... to protect the people and the country..."
The crowd suddenly exclaimed. No one expected that the first person to jump out of the civil service system would be Emperor Tongzhi’s master, Weng Tonghe. This was the little emperor’s master! The most loyal.
All kinds of strange eyes were cast on Weng Tong and the group of people. Some were indifferent, some seemed to already know some news, some were shocked, some were confused, and some of them looked down upon them with disdain.
To be honest, this old man's behavior is indeed despising. Did he change his face so drastically overnight? Yesterday during the day, he was full of loyalty and filial piety and swore allegiance in front of Emperor Tongzhi, but after just one night, he kowtowed to Emperor Guangxu?
People listened to the eight-part essay recited by the old man. It was as stinky and long as the old monk reciting sutras, but the core theme was clearly explained.
The old man saw that there were too many casualties among the people, and he couldn't bear it, so he reluctantly stepped forward to welcome the new king. The purpose of welcoming the new king was for the good of the people, not my own weaklings.
Regardless of whether it is written in eight-legged prose or in vernacular Chinese, even if it is read in English, French and Arabic, the stench of cynicism in it cannot be concealed!
Yi Xin listened with a smile, "Master Weng...are you asking me to ascend the throne? Are you sincere, or are you forced to do so? Hahaha..."
